On Saturday night, The Big Daddy and I decided to brave the chilly temps and go see The Descendants. As is typical of us, we hung around the house too long and when we attempted to get our tickets had our choice of a dozen seats in the first row. We declined, came home, got into our jammies, popped some popcorn and turned on the t.v. The Big Show was this guy........................
Who is married to this woman. For reals this time.
He's King of the World this week, and all memories of that civilized debate from the night before about solving our big, big problems went up in flames faster than a lit cigarette in a parched forest when he got in front of the mike. And the Mrs. kept clapping and nodding and saying, "That's right."
No, it isn't.